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Then I drove home in the middle of the night. Alone on tar rivers oozing under heavy air. A 35mph speed limit. I was Heinz ketchup before squeeze bottles. I was a go kart with a governed throttle. Time itself signaled and passed; in a double yellow section, of course....

I used to wonder why it seemed that so many people had encounters with God while I felt He was too far away and inaccessible. Then one night in a church group, I said/asked something to the effect of "ok, so you always say to listen to God, but I never hear Him...

I'll be covering the WRAL Freedom Balloon Fest from my point of view. The catch for me is that I have a full schedule of work, moving and more work throughout the festival. Thus, my POV for the story begins at Stick Boy Bread Co., the local bakery where I currently...